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The Iron Warrior looked at his systems with a close eye and rank the calculations within his mind. He studied it for a moment, then another moment more. Quickly he referenced the chart systems that were present and noticed that something was off, “Where did our Iron Plates go? Did one of you build something thats consuming them all?”
“Our local Iron Deposit has been drained from the looks of things.” TalOS answered while not moving a single muscle. Unlike reality though the Primarch’s character was flying across the screen with ease and fluidness that Perturabo could not replicate.
“I will prepare for the next expansion.” Perturabo answered with a grin on his face.
“You sure?” UZ1 asked as her avatar stood next to his brother’s, “We need someone to prepare the train depo for the increase in Iron delivery. This simulation is to help you learn all parts of production.”
“I do not need the experience, but I will do it since you asked.” Perturabo said as he began walking to what was, admittitively, a massive train yard.
He would not admit it but he had to study it for a few moments to comprehend what the two Priests made. Then he began to think, how long does it normally take for this much material to be processed and made?
HIs brain began to think and rationalize every piece of metal that was before him. He then looked at the rate of their train track production, cut it by the amount needed for discovery, and then compared the numbers.
“How long have we been training?” Perturabo asked as he wanted to verify his calculation.
“Three days, twelve hours, twenty three minutes and nine seconds.” TalOS answered without moving a single muscle.
Perturabo could not think, not when he felt a massive amount of pain welling within his stomach. It was like a knot which had tied itself tightly around his intestines and was strangling them in an attempt to murder them.
Three and a half days. He had been… playing a game for three and a half days.
Never had he felt so shameful.
>Smash one’s head into the cogitator
>Just get up and walk away
>Throw oneself at the nearest wall.
>Suggest other punishments Perturabo would inflict upon himself.
